It was our wedding night and we were both virgins. We both had special underthings and enjoyed undressing each other. We had read a book (can’t remember which one) that suggested the husband take his time making sure she was ready, so I took my time and we eased into the main event. It wasn’t particularly awkward, but I remember not being able to get into a good rhythm. PIV was probably over fairly quick, I don’t remember if she had an O or not. We fell asleep shortly after because we were exhausted from the day. We bumped into each other at some point in the night, woke up, and had a really intense LM session where everything just clicked.
Our wedding night, first time for both of us, having kept our toes very carefully just that side of the line. If the line were a guillotine, we’d have had very short toenails, but our wedding night was the first time he put his P in my V and I saw stars and heard angels sing. I didn’t O that first time but I vividly remember thinking that something that exquisitely beautiful just had to result in new life (never mind that I was on the pill.) I lay there in a sort of hazy bliss afterward thinking life was being created as I breathed. Later I realized it was–the living, breathing being that is our union and we would always need to feed and care for it to keep it healthy and alive and strong. And we have!
This recount is from the best of my knowledge (you know how we men are with recall and details)…
When we got married, I knew that we would be too tired to have sex that night. We waited until the next night. She was a virgin and I was not. She experienced extreme pain and we had to stop. We tried again and again on other nights to the best of my knowlege…same result.
We went to a gyno and I shared with the doctor (much to the sheer embarrassment of my wife) that I couldn’t “fit into her.”
The gyno (a woman) looked at me incrediously and asked my wife if I was well-endowed. My wife was about to die at that moment from embarrassment. The gyno then proceeded to show me the correct hole to enter. I’m embarrassed to say that I could not find the right hole and I was entering her urethra. o_O
So much for me being “experienced.”
We tried again, we got the right entrance, and we consummated our marriage. What an adventure.
We were not yet married and had taken a road trip together to another state to visit a couple we knew. Our hostess put us up in the same bedroom, assuming that’s what we wanted I guess, and we did not object. We had already had a lot of physical contact in our relationship, kissing, fondling, etc., but nothing I would classify as sex had happened. We had talked about marriage but were not officially engaged.
The first night at our friend’s house we went to bed and as I recall ( this was over thirty years ago) just started discussing having intercourse. I can’t recall who opened the topic, but remember that she did some quick math in her head and decided that she was ‘safe’ in regards to getting pregnant, as she was not on the pill and I had no condoms. We were not virgins and our evening proceeded quickly from there. There was a lot of kissing and fondling as we undressed, not much talking, we performed OS on each other, separately and simultaneously, and used several positions for PIV. Can’t remember how we finished but it may have been rear entry. Think the entire session was about 30 minutes start to finish.
I remember we tried to be very quiet, being in this other couple’s home. I wouldn’t say the event was ‘funny’ but I do recall us both being lighthearted and very much enjoying exploring each other’s bodies ( well, I can say that for myself, not sure what she would say) and very much enjoying the entire experience. It was a little awkard in the sense we were trying to be quiet and the bed was both small and noisy. A good memory, made sweeter since this was the end of a long ‘dry spell’ for me, and also drew me closer to her and was another step toward marriage for me.
Let me close by saying that we have both grown a great deal in our relationships with Jesus and we do not approve of pre-marital sex. Looking back now, I should have “manned up” and asked for separate sleeping arrangements and I’m sure my request would have been honored.
Yes, I do. It was our wedding day night. It wasn’t awkward. Not funny but soo fun!
We prayed together. We prolonged the undressing. And then attempted PIV. I got to go where no man had gone before. She got to do what no woman had done to me! Best day of my life!
Our first time was just ….. wrong in so many ways. We weren’t married (we had just met actually 0_o), we weren’t Christians, we were young, stupid, reckless, and on that particular night, pretty drunk. 🙁 We both have changed so much since accepting Jesus Christ as our savior, and we have both matured since then. There are parts of it I do remember, but not really fondly. It’s amazing though, despite the way we found each other, that we are still very happily married after almost 40 years together. The other night I joked to my husband “amazing how a drunk bar pickup turned out to the be the love of your life”.
I more enjoy remembering other “firsts”, like the first time I had an orgasm with my husband in the same room LOL, or the first time we had AS, or the first time we kept the lights on (all of which didn’t happen until we’d been married nearly 25 years).
I remember our first time vividly. We were both virgins and it was our wedding night. Due to her visit to her OB/GYN a few weeks prior, and our knowledge of my size, we had already decided we wouldn’t attempt PIV that night (we didn’t start trying until later on in the honeymoon). So, I gave her a manual orgasm and she gave me one. It was an incredible experience to be giving ourselves to one another in that way, to see one another naked for the first time, to be able to play with one another’s genitals and to enjoy one another without reservation. It was a memorable night filled with positive emotion and excitement, and I’ll always cherish the memory, and so will she. It was the beginning of many years of great sex for both of us.